The inspection is over, and the inspector leaves with a polite nod.
I’m left standing in the silence of my apartment, the creak of the bed echoing in my ears.
There’s a sense of relief that it’s over, but also a lingering dread of what’s to come.
Did he see what I feared?
Will there be consequences, or will it be another round of empty gestures from Mr. Cunningham?
I sink onto the bed, feeling the ropes strain beneath me.
The pegs hold, but just barely.
It’s a fragile balance, much like my life at the moment.
The uncertainty is exhausting.
But for now, all I can do is wait.
